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The crow's caw defines my dawnI got this thing again this morningAn itch to scratch into light wordsFrom many incoming bird soundsAs if they all had started from here.

There are no crows in the internetOnly crow-words they lustily caw .The breeze blows on them virtually,I mean, semantically linking birds.

But a crow defining dawn is for realAnd for a change I hear a real crow That sits primly on an internet cableWith light leanings towards the road Suggesting a hiatus from light words.

The crows are not for virtual people Sitting in dense foliage like cuckoos That lazily call down rain, waiting for Crows to make nests for their chicks.They are ancestors from our vintageWhen internet was palm leaf scrollsThey come down yearly for rice balls.